The wealthy bride of the cold CEO

Chapter 11 Wedding Memories

recall the past.

Think about the future.

Only if you don't love, you can retreat alone.

Only indifference can be free.

But if everything was that simple.

There is no more entanglement in the world.

In the afternoon, with the help of the servant, Xia Qing sorted out the legendary small storage room, which was at least as big as the master bedroom, and took out the drawing things she brought over. , and the rose flower left by my father, hanging the painting of the rose flower on the white wall, as if it was blooming on the white wall.

Just as she picked up the paintbrush and daubed two strokes on the canvas, the phone rang. Xia Qing put down the paintbrush and picked up the phone: "Hey, dear Mrs. Leng, you are safe and well!" A funny voice came from the phone.As soon as he heard it, he knew it was Xia Qing's best friend, Bei Yuning.

"Xiaoyu, can you show some kindness?" Xia Qing turned back, but receiving her call did make this young lady who didn't know what she was doing at Leng's house a little happier.

"Mrs. Leng, Mrs. Leng, Sunny has become someone else's wife, haha, how is your newlywed life?" Bei Yuning teased Xia Qing, bursts of hearty laughter came out, one can imagine the phone call , how beautiful and brilliant the smile on that carefree and cheerful girl is.

"Okay, you don't know about my marriage yet!" Xia Qing said helplessly.

"Today is the first day of the wedding, so I won't go with you anymore. Let me go shopping with you tomorrow, and tell me about your life after marriage. Let my caring Xiaoyu help you make suggestions!" Bei Yuning suggested .

"Okay, I was busy with my marriage a while ago, and I haven't gone out for a long time. I really wish to carry my drawing board around!" I could hear the helplessness in Xia Qing's words.Although she, Bei Yuning, is not considered a wealthy family, she is also considered a scholarly family. If she wants to marry, she can marry the person she likes. This kind of marriage may be enviable to others, but she is eager for it.

"Okay, see you at our old place tomorrow!" Bei Yuning said, "Dear sunny day, I will miss you, remember to miss your husband and also miss me a little at the same time, okay!"

"Of course, no one is as important as Xiao Yu in my heart! See you tomorrow!" Xia Qing hung up the phone, and the excitement just now turned into disappointment. She helplessly wanted to tell herself that she should bear this, since she did Don't want to regret the decision.

The first day at Leng’s house was spent like this, the night gradually fell, the sky was smudged by the sunset glow, the sky was so red and beautiful, occasionally I could see a few flying birds flying across the sky, even the flying swallows returned to their nests, Xia Qing was stunned Sitting quietly in the living room, in this huge Leng's house, she has nothing to do, and the servants are all standing in a row, as if waiting for her to order.

Xia Qing subconsciously felt that she was a puppet in this Leng family, a puppet at the mercy of others, and there was no trace of warmth waiting for her in this Leng family.

"Young madam, the young master is not coming back for dinner, you should go eat first!" Uncle Zhang came in and told her. , It turned out to be waiting for him to eat.

Xia Qing followed Mama Zhang to the restaurant for dinner, and after a while, she went back to her room to rest and turned away all the servants. She didn't like being followed, as if she was being watched.

Fortunately, the lights in Leng's house were always on. When she walked into the master bedroom, she put on her pajamas and lay on the bed after a brief wash. Last night, all the red quilt covers were replaced with white. The black and white bed looked even more indifferent and gloomy. With the night light on, Xia Qing took out her favorite "Tagore's Anthology of Poems". People who study art always have such unique insights into art. Xia Qing loves Tagore, and she can't put it down. , she often wonders what kind of poet has such romantic feelings.

With the light, Xia Qing turned this page: "oncewedreamthatwewerestrangers.wewakeuptofindthatweweredeartoeachother."

"We once dreamed that we were strangers to each other, but when we woke up we found that we loved each other!" Xia Qing read it silently, and translated the original text into Chinese. Lie, unfortunately, they were strangers who didn't know each other. She still couldn't change the fact that they were strangers when she woke up today. This is the most stark contrast between reality and dreams.

Continue to browse: "the perfect deck sits selfin beauty for the love of the perfect." Xia Qing smiled slightly again, maybe Tagore really experienced many, many realities before he came up with this unsatisfactory poem, "It's all for the incomplete love, decorate yourself It's so beautiful!" And Xia Qing felt that she was doing it for incomplete love, there was no love between them, and they didn't even have the qualifications to respect each other as guests.

Closing the collection of poems, she no longer waited for anything, looked forward to anything, Xia Qing rolled up the quilt to warm herself up, lay on the double bed, looked up at the bright chandelier, closed her eyes, and let herself forget that she was in Leng's house.